antipathy world

her head rests against the cool door of the room, releasing a breath as an attempt to calm the bubbling anxiety.

‘just knock. or twist the handle and open the door. do something!’ ahyeon mentally wills herself, fingers pressing a bit into the cute pastry box. a surprise to some, but not many, that the young woman had found her next target of her attack with baked goods. her manager, fed up with the near bi-weekly deliveries, has forced ahyeon to do it herself.

the second she was about to stop fretting over herself with the courage to actually move, the door flew open. with a sound similar to a squeak, ahyeon stumbles forward — barely managing to save the box in hand as she bumps into her target.

eden mutters under his breath, angry at himself for messing up the schedule times. he couldve been in bed a couple extra hours before needing to actually be here. now the members would have to put up with his terrible mood for the rest of the day and he had no one to blame but himself. he grabs his bag and starts to head out, but as he opens the door he hears a squeak. hes almost certain he'd smashed the door into a rat or rodent of some sort- that is until he sees the girl standing there. and before he knows it a box of who knows what is being shoved into his hands. he stares down at it for a moment before glancing at the girl again. she looked so familiar but he couldn't put a name to the face. her suspicious behavior makes him wary but not enough to stop him from actually opening the box to look at its contents. his eyes light up at the sight of pastries. he coould never turn down sweets even if this could be laced with something. if he was going to die at least he died with a happy tummy. "I've seen you around before havent i?" he begins. "are you a sasaeng?" eden asks as he takes a bite out of one of the sweet treats he'd been blessed with.

eden's sleeping schedule had been even more fucked than usual. normally he'd go to sleep late and wake up angry at the world but lately he was having a hard time just falling asleep. it was a new type of unrest. one brought about by a realization he isn't ready to accept. one he isnt sure he wants to accept. regardless, he'd gone yet another night without a wink of sleep. it did wonders for his writing though. at this point his next solo album was halfway written and he'd been able to work on a few things for tidal. however running on fumes meant he heavily replied on caffeine. it got to the point he was actually all out of coffee at home. he had no other choice but to go out and buy some despite the fact that he preferred brewing at home over anything.

he only makes it as far as the nearest 7/11 before giving in. he prepared his sad cup of watered down coffee with a look of disdain then pays, throwing a little packet of powered donuts into the mix for an added sugar boost. with a heavy sigh he makes his way out, pushing the door wide open, sure there was no one in the way. he was right. at least he surely thinks so even after seeing yoon in pain. "damn...you should really be more careful with that bum leg of yours."